My mother, my teacher,
My doctor, my advisor,
My strength, my wealth,
My friend, till the end.
She thought not to be hopeless
Was strict when I was careless
Diferred when I was pointless
But thought to be always selfless.
She thought to be, of God, frightful
My actions to be fruitful
Of kindness, be greatful
And never to be revengeful.
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